what a difference a day makes...
spent 400 in 3 days... my bank account took a beating and it looks exactly like last month, before pay day... oh well.. i guess its money well spent?
over 300 of that money went to my driving... i had a mad rush of lessons: 5 in 6 days and everything ended today with the tp practical test... thank God i passed... i wont dramatise everything by giving an account of the whole experience... but i have to say the suspense in the room when the instructor started marking my paper after the test was so intense i could almost die... ok that was exagerrating... contrary to how i felt earlier, everything went really well... my legs turned into jelly the moment i stepped into the car... i guess the tester could tell from the awkward way i breathed (i took a few deep breaths and released them irregularly which made it damn obvious that i was trembling)... in fact, i was so nervous i forgot to switch on the air con and close my windows until the tester had to do it for me and ask me to wind up the windows... surprisingly, the jelly like state in my legs sort of absorbed all the trembling that was coming deep within and affecting all over my body... as a result, everything went pretty smoothly as i answered every single request from the tester with an assured "yes sir" even though my mind was thinking "please let me go sir" and all those crazily tight angles in the test circuit and idiot taxi drivers in the open roads didnt really affect my driving... it was really a God-send... i have never encountered better traffic in the open roads of teck whye my whole life... anyway the tension finally popped when the tester stopped making ticks in all those terrible little demerit point boxes and compiled my points... he wrote the letter 8 on the demerit points box at the back page of the test paper and that was it... he cancelled the "failed" box and put a triumphant tick in the one with the word "passed". the first reaction in my mind was "thank you God" and "finally... i can start saving some money" (might be in the reverse order.. i dunno) i walked out of the room with the same swagger i had after i finished my A levels and went over to look for my instructor... he gave me a short speech on how i should drive responsibly, sort of like a good bye speech... i shook his hand, sincerely thanked him and that was it...
i am no longer a noob with an "L" plate... i have become a noob with a "P" plate...
there are many check points for adulthood... so many that it is confusing sometimes... enlistment, 21st birthday, driving license, marriage, graduation, in whatever order of chonology or importance... i have passed a couple of them already but i guess the mark of adulthood cannot be rubber stamped on someone because of one particular series of achievements, much less concluded in one days' worth of activities.. as i attempt to conclude another cliched ending in this blog, i must remark that adulthood shouldnt be used as a term to describe a specific point in our lives.. instead, it should treated as a phase for the never ending process of growing up and growing old, a constant reminder that one can never count himself absolutely "mature" or "wise" just because of the huge number in his/her age... it is a process that doesnt end because there is no finish line... we can only drop out of this never ending rat race of the physical world, and hopefully slow down and proceed to the walk of eternity with God...
thanks for reading ...
tcy
over 300 of that money went to my driving... i had a mad rush of lessons: 5 in 6 days and everything ended today with the tp practical test... thank God i passed... i wont dramatise everything by giving an account of the whole experience... but i have to say the suspense in the room when the instructor started marking my paper after the test was so intense i could almost die... ok that was exagerrating... contrary to how i felt earlier, everything went really well... my legs turned into jelly the moment i stepped into the car... i guess the tester could tell from the awkward way i breathed (i took a few deep breaths and released them irregularly which made it damn obvious that i was trembling)... in fact, i was so nervous i forgot to switch on the air con and close my windows until the tester had to do it for me and ask me to wind up the windows... surprisingly, the jelly like state in my legs sort of absorbed all the trembling that was coming deep within and affecting all over my body... as a result, everything went pretty smoothly as i answered every single request from the tester with an assured "yes sir" even though my mind was thinking "please let me go sir" and all those crazily tight angles in the test circuit and idiot taxi drivers in the open roads didnt really affect my driving... it was really a God-send... i have never encountered better traffic in the open roads of teck whye my whole life... anyway the tension finally popped when the tester stopped making ticks in all those terrible little demerit point boxes and compiled my points... he wrote the letter 8 on the demerit points box at the back page of the test paper and that was it... he cancelled the "failed" box and put a triumphant tick in the one with the word "passed". the first reaction in my mind was "thank you God" and "finally... i can start saving some money" (might be in the reverse order.. i dunno) i walked out of the room with the same swagger i had after i finished my A levels and went over to look for my instructor... he gave me a short speech on how i should drive responsibly, sort of like a good bye speech... i shook his hand, sincerely thanked him and that was it...
i am no longer a noob with an "L" plate... i have become a noob with a "P" plate...
there are many check points for adulthood... so many that it is confusing sometimes... enlistment, 21st birthday, driving license, marriage, graduation, in whatever order of chonology or importance... i have passed a couple of them already but i guess the mark of adulthood cannot be rubber stamped on someone because of one particular series of achievements, much less concluded in one days' worth of activities.. as i attempt to conclude another cliched ending in this blog, i must remark that adulthood shouldnt be used as a term to describe a specific point in our lives.. instead, it should treated as a phase for the never ending process of growing up and growing old, a constant reminder that one can never count himself absolutely "mature" or "wise" just because of the huge number in his/her age... it is a process that doesnt end because there is no finish line... we can only drop out of this never ending rat race of the physical world, and hopefully slow down and proceed to the walk of eternity with God...
thanks for reading ...
tcy
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